I don’t know how many of you have heard of the poem by Jenny Joseph, Warning – When I am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple. Great poem. I have the purple gear but I’ve never found a red hat, although I’ve kept my eye open for one which suited me. No luck until I came to stay with friends and went swimming. The sun is very strong in Perth, Western Australia, and there was a lovely RED HAT just waiting to protect my head while I was swimming. So here are a couple of pics of me finally in a red hat and I had purple in my swimming costume too. How good is that?
Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
By Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.